After a brief rest, once his spirituality had recovered a little and his forehead no longer hurt, Klein took four steps counterclockwise and returned above the gray fog.
Unlike his first visit, he no longer needed to prepare four kinds of food, arrange them into an altar, and perform the "luck enhancement ritual." From an outside perspective, however, his body remained standing in a strange posture in the real world, while only his spirit body traveled elsewhere.
The other members probably looked the same when they attended the gatherings... He sat down in a high-backed chair in the ancient palace-his own, of course, rather than Mr. Fool's.
This was the awareness he maintained as the mysterious being's attendant. He also wanted to cultivate the habit, lest he accidentally sit at the head of the long table one day and reveal to the other members that he was a Low Sequence Beyonder who had invented the identity of the "Fool" merely to play at being a god.
Fortunately, the other seats at the Bronze Long Table were empty. The entire palace was utterly silent, with no one to appreciate his two-man act. As a result, his already scant spirituality drained more slowly, allowing him to last long enough to wait for and receive the offering.
As expected, entering the gray fog itself doesn't consume much power. The real trouble is pulling other people's spirit bodies in and maintaining their communication... If it's just me, I should be able to stay here longer... He nodded thoughtfully, increasingly certain that he was the master of this gray fog.
However, what he could currently control remained very limited. Only by advancing through the Sequences could he gain more power.
When he had first become a Sequence 9, Klein could only manifest objects he imagined